"I'm French?"

*slap* Really? Thats what you come up with?

She gives you a look like you are an idiot, crossing her arms over her chest. "Really? Say something in french then Monsieur français."

Shit... You stopped taking French back in sophomore year and stopped caring about it 2 days into freshman year. But... you have a pretty good memory. Lets put something together. Lets see... You decide to say I am very sorry, a thousand apologies from my heart.

"Je suis une danseuse de lunettes. Un chien m'a giflé la bouche"

She looks at you. One moment. Two. Then...

She laughs.